Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

32 Raindrops

32 raindrops smacked my truck’s windshield yesterday as I drove home from Helena.  Okay, I will admit that I did not actually count the drops one by one.  But I think 32 is a pretty good estimate.
I am not sure if 32 raindrops qualifies me to say that I drove through a rainstorm.  Just the same, 32 raindrops resides in something of a sweet spot for annoyance.  That is not a number you can ignore.
32 is a trigger. 
After the 32nd drop hit the windshield, I flicked on my windshield wipers—anticipating full-fledged rain to follow.  As my wiper blades swept across the glass, the 32 raindrops merged with the assortment of bugs mashed on my windshield and created two giant Picasso-like smears across my view.  The cleansing rain I anticipated to follow never came.
The smears remained.
Now, ask me if I had windshield wiper fluid in my truck’s reservoir to squirt the mess away.
Actually…don’t ask.

--Mitchell Hegman

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